My Heroic Life

"And his comeback is not just to fill the gap in the strength of the trial court."

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The saints raised their eyebrows in confusion, and the pope looked at them and sighed again.

"You underestimate the influence of that person."

"If you haven't experienced the pain of that era, you can't imagine what he represents in the hearts of our generation, and you can't understand the fanatical worship of people in that era."

"In that era when human beings don’t know if it will survive tomorrow, God’s faith disappeared. It was he and Saint Anna who merged the human principles with the old doctrines and gave the Holy See a new life. If the Saint Anna represents the new era Faith, then he represents the hope of humanity."

"In that era, where he was on the battlefield, the soldiers gave up their lives, and the city where he was, the citizens were reveling all night, he walked into the magical realm, and the demons were frightened. Every step he took, it represented that the brilliance of humanity shined more One place, that's why people call him the son of human justice."

Alisha looked at the two girls in a daze, and said with a wry smile:

"What I said is too abstract. You probably don't feel it. Then I will talk about his admirer group."

The pope smiled and uttered a few words.

"Knights Templar."

Chapter Twenty Six

"Temple...Knights."

Joan and Marda silently thought about this powerful group that moved Europe but acted very low-key, and it was hard to conceal the shock in their hearts.

This is a group that is familiar to everyone in Europe but cannot be traced. They appear in various historical books. They often follow Saint Laurent through the thorns and guard the human race. The people often confuse them with the judges of the court, but as The two of the saints who served in the trial court knew that they were not the same thing at all.

The Knights Templar, the knights that appeared in this legend, are actually just an organization affiliated in the court of justice. Both Joan of Arc and Marda have actually investigated this organization, but the more you investigate, the more confused you are. The reason is ——This organization has no resident.

Although it sounds absurd, it is a fact. There is a roster of members of the organization. Most of them are elderly people, but if you look through it a little bit carefully, you will find a series of celebrities in it.

The lower heroes in the historical stories, the old retired apostles, the injured and resigned judges, and the roster of the few big books, few are ordinary people, and they are two blocks better than the roster of the European joint retired cadres.

Of course, such a large-scale group of supernatural powers naturally arouses the concerns of managers. They have repeatedly asked the organization to belong to the court, but they have encountered fierce resistance. The top leaders of the Knights do not seem to trust the government. In the end, I only agreed to hang in to ease the conflict.

"In your eyes, this organization is weird? It does not belong to the Holy See and the Tribunal, but is willing to belong to the European Union."

"indeed."

"That's because you don't understand its origin."

Alisa said with emotion:

"What is a temple?"

"The temple in their eyes is not the great temple of Reims, nor the temple of the court of justice, but the small church in the Pantheon district of Paris decades ago."

Joan and Malda were shocked at the same time, and a short sentence has awakened them.

"Could it be..."

"Yes, they are the apostles and heroic spirits who gathered spontaneously from the people Roland saved back then and followed him in the battle."

"In the era of turmoil in Europe after the revival of magic, the government collapsed, the army was defeated, and the front was pushed to Paris. Everyone had to fight for survival. At that time, Roland stood up and he blocked the monsters’ attack and became A banner on the front line at that time."

"Every time the fantasy species invades and the front lines are in a hurry, there will be crowds outside the chapel in the Pantheon area, losing the defeated army under the command of the government, awakening young men who have become apostles, and the lower heroes saved by Roland. Such people will wait there, waiting for him to step out of the shabby black wooden door of the chapel, and then lead them to the battlefield to win."

"They have no resident, because their resident is the open space in front of the small church. They gathered from all directions, and then dispersed after the war. Many of them do not want to follow other people's commands. In their hearts, they will always It is the soldier under that man, Roland has never restrained them, but they have almost monarch-like loyalty to him."

"And now, half a century later, in the rapid development after the war, many of these brave fighters have become leaders in all walks of life. The roster you see is only part of the real strength and influence of the Knights Templar. The force is like an iceberg, most of which were buried in the dim sea as that person disappeared."

Alisha recalled the emerging wealthy and chaebol leaders who had offered her unconditional help for decades, and understood that these were only the legacy of that person. The temple in the hearts of these old things had not been opened for decades, and when When that old black wooden door is opened again, how many heroes will gather in that small square?

"He is tired and wants to retire as an ordinary person, but he is destined to be ordinary in his life."

Alisha looked sadly at the two saints who didn't know what to say.

"I will transfer you back to the Paris Tribunal Headquarters on the grounds of the punishment of the mission failure, which coincides with Roland's training for you, and while persuading him to return to the Tribunal, I also hope that you can protect him during this time. Don’t let him get involved in new conspiracies and disputes during this rare break."

"I understand, submissive."

"Master Roland's appearance has changed. I think this aspect is still very simple."

The two saints and the pope were doing the final task negotiation, while Jinjian room, Roland boredly looked at the colorful murals full of Jinjian room.

"Huh? Who painted this mural? How could I be so handsome at the time?"

"And this clothes, isn't it good to be a little more realistic? How could I hang so many medals on the battlefield. At the time of the war, every one of the clothes was dirty like rolling in the mud."

"After all, it is a mural. Art always beautifies reality."

"That's true, but I'm notorious for not carrying a medal. After all, I awarded it to myself. It really doesn't mean to carry it."

"I don't know this. After all, your information about Mianxia has been kept secret, and I, a painter, really can't reach it."

"That's not necessarily." Roland smiled and turned his head to the source of the voice that had been talking to him-the mobile device for the mission left by Malda and others.

"What should I call you? The European Joint Intelligent Quantum Computer [Almighty]? Or, Miss Da Vinci?"

"..."

The youth smiled and stared at the mobile device, while a thousand miles away, the mature woman with long black hair widened her eyes in surprise, and then smiled.

The mobile device was silent for a moment, and finally came a cheerful female voice.

"You seem to know me well."

"Maybe, at least you know me better than you."

"Although I thought the legend was a bit exaggerated before, I feel that you are even more mysterious when you actually meet."

Leonardo on the other side of the terminal seemed to smile with interest.

"I came to you this time to determine your future itinerary. Do you have any wishes under Roland?"

"Just call me Roland." The young man heard the words and meditated for a moment: "I have already decided to return to Paris, and I remember that I have an old house in the suburbs, which should be cleaner."

Roland felt good about his decision, but Leonardo was strangely silent after hearing the words.

"...You do have a property in Paris, but I am afraid it is not clean."

"Ok?"

The young man made a puzzled voice somewhat puzzled.

"Half a century has passed and Paris has been expanded several times. Your suburbs back then... are now considered the city center."